Carryl's P.O.V
Sam kept my hands occupied with cups of tequila that he seemed to have stashed somewhere. While the rest swam in beer we drowned in tequila, the molten liquid burning away any previous inhibition we might have embodied. Loosened muscles, quite mind and non functioning brain all the right ingredients for pure chaos. After gyrating on the dance floor with him, the jerking movements we were passing off as dancing, could not keep up with the spinning room. The heat carried by the cold liquid had us taking off our shirts. Had our brains been, even the slightest bit, functional it would have declared getting on a table as a stupid move but alas the organ had shut down activities for night. I led the charge onto the table where we proceeded to dance like we had bills to pay.
Even when everything turned blurry, I kept at it until I felt a pair of hands wrap around my torso and then rudely yank me away from the furniture. The arm constricted around my stomach and its contents were more than happy to vacate thier temporary home. I found myself facing a bush before promptly vomiting on the beautiful flowers. After the heaving had stopped a bottle of water was thrust in my hand which I greatfully accepted. I rinsed my mouth and face before drinking some. Feeling slightly better I turned to face whoever had pulled me from my dancing and once again Jackson was in my sight.
He looked worried something I found incredibly funny at that moment considering how we had ended up switching places. I tripped over my hysterical laughter and landed in his arms my laughter only intensifying. 'I should not have had those cookies' was my last thought before everything went dark. I remember flashes of being carried, bumping my head and a forbidden kiss before the world was quite.
Gregory P.O.V
Sam's head fell to the side his neck seemingly having transformed to a noodle. I shook my head at his snoring figure, leave it Sam to pass out twice in one night. I gently repositioned his neck and adjusted his chair so that he was more comfortable. I gently pushed aside the hair that fallen onto his flushed face, not even fighting the smile that took over my face. He made me happy in a way I did not deserve. He loved me with an intensity I never knew existed. I may not have been the brightest candle in the box but even a knuckle head like me knew when he had found a good thing. I was glad that the road was mostly empty because I was not in the best position to be maneuvering a car. I was however declared the most sober one among all of us by Jackson.
Jackson and I had met a couple of times before. We were both representatives of our schools therefore such interactions were bound to happen. If I did not have my baby, I would have definitely flirted with him. The guy looked like Felix of Stray kids and V of BTS had a baby. His appeal was otherworldly and most people were drawn to him. He must have betrayed his nation in the past because he was the biggest introvert I knew. He detested crowds and went out of his way to avoid people. He was also the biggest attention magnetic. Watching him at events was a somewhat pleasant past time for me but torture for him.
He was currently stroking Carryl's hair in a soothing motion, a redundant gesture given how the younger male was out cold. His gaze never left Carryl's face and although I knew he was taken they still looked like a cute couple. He pulled him closer as I drove over a bump. He was in for a world of pain.
" You know he is dating, right?."
I saw him flinch before slowly looking up. He opened his mouth but thought better of it and shut it before opening it again. A few more seconds of him doing the same passed.
"Quit acting like a fish and just ask whatever it is you want to know!"
"Is it serious?" He finally asked, his voice merely a whisper.
According to what he told Sam, its pretty serious. I watched as he flinched again. He must have developed deep feelings for him to be visibly affected.
"They are an older couple, billionaires, the both of them." I delivered the final blow.
I pulled into the parking lot and let the car idle as I contemplated my biggest worry of the night. How to carry a passed out Sam up six flights of stairs.
"You know my apartment is not even ten minutes and best of all, no stairs." Jackson helpfully supplied although his intentions had no good will. I gave no objections as I pulled out again. If he wanted a heart break, his heart was the only one on the line. As I drove out the gates I passed by an executive tesla and as a motor vehicle enthusiast I knew for a fact that model was not in the market yet.
His apartment was a six minute drive away. His complex although accessible was by no means affordable. The eight story complex with a lobby and a door man was a poor man's fantasy. We were escorted to the elevator the man eyeing the sleeping boys in our arms. Jackson offered no explanation to nakedly curious door man and neither did I. The short elevator ride in a luxurious looking cab left us on the sixth floor. The hallway was clean and prestine. The crafted doors held an elegance our flimsy dorm room could not even dream of. Jackson led the way Into his apartment. His apartment screamed of professional interior design. From the color coordinated furniture to the wall paper clad walls to the expensive electronics. I have never been one to covet but his place was sure as hell top tier.
He led us past the large living room into his bedroom. His bed was for lack of of better word ridiculously large. A california sized king bed. After dropping the boys we jumped in and proceeded to have a dreamless sleep at four in the morning.